Monthly Archives: September 2015

Maybe {poetry}

maybe in the blanket of night, I’ll hear the owls gift a song. maybe in the quiet of this deafening void, I’ll sing. maybe I’ll toss a fistful of worry to the stars and follow the Milky Way to the … Continue reading

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Music heals

It’s in the quicksand of overthinking we can get lost in a trembling dervish of self-doubts. It’s necessary to seek the golden ratio of circling inward to find any space of quiet. Sunlight creates such divine music and the wind … Continue reading

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Love vs. Shame.

My eyes remain slits today. Last night, I laid there while my house tiger snored peacefully. I heard the house’s footsteps walking in the bright moonlight. Meanwhile I paced in my mind. I touched the lip of a leaf kissing … Continue reading

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A pendulum between air and a dream.

I hear voices of a thousand, swell to a resplendent tenor abridged by the soot dipped strokes of night a deluge pummels my spent sodden soul. I listen to clandestine cymbals of nature succulent as a rapturous stream. I hear … Continue reading

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My being is draped on the curvature of the moon.

With the rise of the full moon and her pending eclipse, I’m circling in a thick emotional soup. Sounds are distorted. Regular seems inordinately weary. I crave the solace of nothingness. I sleep in tiny patches and my dreams are … Continue reading

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An unsent letter from the soul.

Dear tender self, You are an unsent letter wrapped in an ancient envelope. A tea-stained seal never fully closed. Calligraphy etches on the onionskin of your sensitivities. Each layer of you is unraveling swiftly. It is necessary to find the … Continue reading

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This auspicious space of almost awake.

Dearest Morning, I am an incomplete book finding the words to stretch across the horizon. Early sun settles into my sea and I linger longer than usual. Maybe it’s the crisp autumn air. Maybe it’s the squirrel’s chatter, next to … Continue reading

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